December 2011
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new things.
i have a new house. a new love. new friends. new interests and thoughts. I still have old feelings, old loves, old friends, even the same old interests. but the thoughts never change. that one comforting thought that flutters through my frontal lobe each day. the thought that puts me at ease more often than i would like to admit. the thought that reminds me of how fragile it all is. a part of me...
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Drunk 16 year old sluts playing Akon on their phone speakers on the tram can suck a fart. Rude little cunts.
Definitely ready for home.
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